The Microscope Of Self Isolation

This week has been something of a rollercoaster, not just for me but for many of my nearest and dearest too. It seems there is something about being so intensely alone or confined to a space with the same people that turns the volume up on the voice in our heads.

It is proving challenging to work out when that is a helpful thing or a destructive thing, but one thing that is definitely true is that this time feels like putting a magnifying glass on relationships, work, self image and who I want to be in the world after this is over (if it ever is).

This week I have felt joyful, happy, content, angry, sad, bitter, resentful, awkward, embarrassed, ashamed and determined all in the space of a few hours. I commented to a fellow friend in recovery how much it feels like early sobriety, when suddenly the thing you used to numb you from the pain of life is removed and you have to learn to navigate without it.

Right now the tasks, structures, routines and busyness we all use are no longer there and the way I see it is that I have a choice – I can fill every moment of this time with more stuff (which I have been very successfully doing so far) or I can pause for a moment and consider what I want to be in their place.

The trouble with the ‘pause’ is that it is painful. I am starting to see that the way I have been living life is perhaps the reason I have been so unhappy over recent years. I have been like a chameleon, changing my personality and interests, even my looks, to try to fit in then been devastated when I don’t or exhausted from pretending when I do.

I was listening to my often mentioned favourite podcast ‘How to Fail’ yesterday, as Elizabeth Day is doing a series of specials about dealing with this time. This week she had Alain de Botton the philosopher on it. She prefaced the episode with a warning that he would not shy away from the darker aspects of this situation and I immediately found that strangely comforting.

This is challenging and to pretend it isn’t feels like denial.  As Alain says, ‘It would be rather strange to not be distressed by this….to be human is to be visited regularly by pretty large stuff which for a time unbalances us, and of course it should and it does and the only response is to cry and to love’

My friend Rachel succinctly calls it ‘being unzipped’.

The truth is I am a bit of a mess, and I am tired of pretending not to be. There is something intensely freeing about that.

Stay Safe

If you’ve got space to think about the past and worry about tomorrow it means you must be OK right now (borrowed from Mo Gawdat)

I listened to Mo Gawdat (author of Solve For Happy) on the ‘How to Fail’ podcast yesterday, during a moment where I felt scared about the future. I had been terror scrolling Twitter during my allotted social media half hour and had seen a headline proclaiming that the economy would never recover from the Coronavirus crisis and that we are headed for the worst recession in living memory (thanks Sky News).

This taps straight into my worst fear. The one I call ‘bag lady complex’. In my 20’s, while I was studying at University and living in a student house my Mum was made homeless. This was thanks to a bitter divorce and the house I grew up in being repossessed. If I think about the day I went to help her pack up our house and move into a temporary hostel I feel the pain of it as if it was now.

Since that day this has become the thing I am most terrified of happening to me, and has led to a very complicated and unhealthy relationship with money (an almost pathological need to spend it) possessions (having lots and lots of them, but all portable in case I need to move at speed) and debt (I can’t even go there) and an illogical fear of owning property (in case it is taken away from me). Its also the thing I am most scared of looking at/facing and while I am happy to talk about addiction, anxiety and depression – money is taboo. Even writing about it on here makes me feel slightly sick.

As I listened to Mo talking my mind settled as I realised that what had been triggered were memories of the past and thoughts of the future, all of which means that I am OK right now and he’s right. On this day, in this moment I am OK, and in these strange times that really is all I need to focus on.

If we go into a recession then a) we’ll all be in it (not just me) and b) we’ve been through them before – and in fact many times during my lifetime. Maybe this will be my moment to finally look at my relationship with money and take some control of it but in the meantime there is a virus to contain.

(Quick note, I’m aware that this blog was meant to be about leaving corporate life and writing a book. Events have somehow overtaken that original purpose but I will get back to writing about writing very soon).

Calm and Chaos and Coronavirus

Knowing that I suffer from anxiety and depression I have had many kind friends contact me over recent days to make sure that I’m OK in these increasingly surreal circumstances (the UK, like many other countries is currently on lockdown). And the truth is, most of the time, I am.

The journalist Jon Ronson tweeted (I haven’t managed to stay off social media but have got it down to once a day) about this very thing, pondering whether he, as a fellow anxiety sufferer, was so calm because he’d been in training for this for so long with years of panic attacks. It made me smile while also wondering why it is that actually I am less anxious now than I was a year ago, when there was no Coronavirus and I was in a stable, lucrative job. A few things come to mind;

1) I have no control over this. Apart from washing my hands, social distancing and taking care of me and Rocco I cannot effect a global pandemic and that has somehow freed my mind. Were it something I felt responsible for I would no doubt be crippled with anxiety.

2) I am doing something I am in love with. Writing. The fact that I am on a creative roll and loving every minute of it means I get lost in the flow of the book and research which leaves me less time to worry about the end of the world as I’m too busy. I had a moment a couple of days ago of wondering if I am fiddling while Rome is burning but see point 1) what else would I be doing?

3) I am more connected to my people than I am usually. This is bizarre. I have FaceTimed, Zoomed, messaged, called and talked to friends and family more, and on a more connected level than I have for ages and am ironically way less isolated. Go figure?

4) I have a dog. I probably should have started with this one. A couple of years ago if you’d asked me if I would ever get a dog I would have said no, for 2 reasons; I couldn’t pick up poo and I’m too busy. Cut to today and Rocco makes me laugh so much, has such a big personality and so much love in his heart that he can bring me out of sadness (and also gets me out of bed!) and I can’t imagine life without him.

5) This one is more difficult to admit. It’s making me less self obsessed. I am truly concerned for my Mum, my sister, my wider family, my friends, the people who are suffering and am trying my best to give what I can when I can – today I ran a home school lesson via Zoom for my gorgeous Godchildren (thanks to my teacher friend for the lesson plan ideas) and it was so good to see them and laugh with them. I sent a care package to my friend in prison 2 days ago as she’s panicking at the lack of ways to combat the virus inside. For once it’s not all about me (I doubt that will last too long though!).

I don’t know if the calm will last, but what I do know, and this has proved this to me more than ever, that my state of mind is less reliant on outside circumstances than I think it is, and we have no idea what the future holds. That is somehow liberating right now. Keep well.

Real life vs social media during a global pandemic

Yesterday I took my dog for a long walk through the surrounding countryside. Because we live so rurally we didn’t see many other people but when we did, each and every one of them stopped (2 metres away of course), asked how I was (and vice versa) and offered support. So much so that I was quite tearful by the end of the walk at the kindness of strangers. I also had a number of calls and messages from friends and family just connecting, and an emotional call with a close friend where we reminded each other that we are always there and of the love and strength of our relationship.

Contrast this with Twitter. There seems to be a few common ways to handle the current crisis on Twitter (my primary social media, am sure Facebook is similar):

1) Telling everyone else what to do – this is a favourite of some people whether there is a global pandemic or not but at a time like this seems to be their only way of interacting. I get why, it’s a way of attempting to control the situation by controlling others 2) Frantically get into action – there are people setting up action groups/committees (a very worthwhile endeavour) and some are angrily calling out those who are not getting involved – this tends to be the more ‘alpha’ individuals who I think might be terrified of this level of downtime 3) Getting into the politics – I’ve seen people linking this to Brexit, the latest election, how a different leader would mean a different outcome, capitalism, socialism etc 4) Sharing anything and everything relating to the situation – these are the folks sharing various instructions/ insights/ warnings from ‘NHS workers’ or ‘Doctors in Italy’ unfortunately sometimes the science is dubious 5) Every tweet is a prediction of the worst case scenario, and showing the worst of humanity to make sure that we are all taking it seriously and these are TERRIFYING 6) There is a wonderful group of people who are looking at what they do/what they are good at and offering that people who are struggling/in self isolation and finally, and thank goodness for it 7) Humour.

Instagram is another story (pardon the pun) but there are similar common threads.

There is nothing wrong with ANY of these ways of reacting. We cope how we cope (and this is completely unchartered territory), but I’ve noticed something interesting from my own perspective. I’ve been quite busy during the day (I am in a highly productive writing phase which is for a future blogpost and is so exciting) and am now only really looking at social media in the evening. What I notice is that my mood as I start to scroll through the tweets of the day completely changes and I can start to feel it going down as I read and take in and add to my own fear, anger and denial (in some cases). I also become increasingly confused at the endlessly conflicting information. So I should probably stop looking right?

This is where I am struggling. I am an addict. One in recovery from my primary substance (alcohol) but you can see by my extensive collection of make up palettes that addiction can take many forms, some more harmful than others. I remember in my drinking days, non alcoholics would look at my quizzically and say ‘just stop drinking?’. This weeks task for the Artists Way was to stop reading for a week, and the writer identified that this was the week people react most violently to. She’s right. I have completely failed to stop reading, but this, in combination with the current situation has brought my social media habits into sharp focus and I am not sure that mindlessly scrolling is healthy for me right now. Today, I am going to attempt to stay away from ALL social media for the day and see what that does (and if I can achieve it). Will report back on my success or otherwise later in the week. Stay safe.

Just for today I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful and to believe that as I give to the world, so the world will give to me (A.A. Just for today card)

These are strange times. On the 26th February this year I wrote a blog post called ‘The illusion of certainty’ which talks about how none of us know what will happen in the next 10 days let alone the next 10 years and that my drive to control everything and create ‘security’ can be counter productive. When I wrote that, there was no global pandemic, Spain, Italy and France hadn’t essentially closed down and the US borders were still open.

Like many others I am sure, I am alternating between being terrified (Twitter and newspapers help with that), making dark jokes (‘I have been getting ready to self isolate for YEARS’), being cross with world leaders (I won’t identify which ones on here) and worrying about/checking in on friends and family. I am one of the lucky ones; I live in a remote area, on my own (well, with Rocco) and my ‘job’ currently (writing) is at home, but that doesn’t stop me a) catastophising on behalf of those I love and b) thinking about the future as a variety of dystopian scenarios.

The truth is, as I so presciently put it 2 weeks ago, no one knows what will happen and in my case, I would be better to leave the scenario planning to others more qualified and less prone to dark thinking than I am. If I am going to put my energy anywhere it’s on today. The next 12 hours are really all I have much control over (and then less than I think) so I am going to make the most of those and do everything I can to take care of myself and to care for those I care about.

As someone who got sober in AA, it is at times like these that 12 step groups/ philosophies/sayings come into their own. The Just For Today card, part of which I have quoted in the title, starts with: ‘Just for today I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for 12 hours that would appal me if I felt I had to keep it up for a lifetime’. Whether its handwashing 100 times a day, self isolating, eating store cupboard food instead of fresh food, not being able to see family, I can do that if I ‘keep life in the day’ (another AA mantra), and sometimes in the hour/minute. At the risk of descending into what a business journalist I was listening to this week called ‘yoga babble’ the only thing I can really be guided by right now is love and care for myself and others. Stay safe.